A night out on the prowl in a blackout

Good looking ladies used to walk the road below

the bar where me and the boys used to get liquored up.

This one chick was a junkie but she was a real fine looker

so I wound up in bed with her hung over after one night

out on the prowl in a blackout. I fell in love with her, but

she never fell out of love with her heroin; it killed her

when she was just 27. I carry on with our children.

Mikel K